" She moved her hands from behind her head, her shoulders were stiff from having held her display position for so long. She put one hand around the ba...e of his cock and gently rubbed his balls with the other. She bobbed her head up and down on it, stopping to lick it every once in awhile with her wet pink tongue. She could taste her pussy juice on it still."That's it, girl. I knew you were a cock sucking nigger whore. Just the kind of nigger I like best." He was loving the feel of the colored. “Tell me what you want,” I pressed.“Fuck my tight little virgin ass! Please! Mike?” There was a querulous, quivering, desperate tone in her voice now.She was playing a role, but the role was rooted in the reality of her fantasy, the reality of her lust. Our lust. Where the play-acting left off and the actual need began was something impossible for either of us to know.I shifted my weight, clamping one hand heavily around the creamy length of her throat.“Are you ready to be my little anal. Well, I wanted them to mean something, but I wasn’t going to press. I did try to think about work and getting things done instead of Bella. That wasn’t easy. One day during a slow afternoon we were hanging out in my office making small talk. It was casual, there was flirting, and I thought maybe I could push a small amount. “Bella, mind if I ask an odd question?” “Go ahead.” “How come you never wear those Mary Janes you wore to the interview?” My heart was racing a bit after asking this,. The sensation was overwhelming as her body pumped, her legs shaking, her abdomen shuddered once, then again. Her breath exploded from her with each pulse of orgasmic waves… it just kept going on and on… never quite getting as intense as she expected it to but not receding either. ‘Ungf! Uhngf! Ohhhh…’ As the waves finally began to recede every muscle in her body relaxed, her head lolling to the side. John and Libby had fallen into a routine over the past two weeks. John would go to work, get.